Dirty Hightower Rantview

Well, I'm so late to this party that not only has everyone been kicked out and the house has been cleaned up, but most people have finished their antibiotics for the itch they picked up from the big night. But ...

Nomadness unleashed!

Dooooosh... Last week was a Yuuuge news week. No, I'm not talking about the fact we've finally worked out we're actually all on the set of the 'Rise of the Planet of the Apes' movie on account of a fat oranguta...

Offseason New Stuff Rantview

Its well established over 631 posts that I'm not PRO, in spite of my own fantasies and best efforts, but that still doesn't restrict me from mimicking everyone I follow on the Gram and indulging in the 'Offseas...

Santa brings me Santa – Hightower first look

Ahhhhhhhh, it's that time of the year again! The goodness of not getting any gifts you actually want (First world Christmas problems), getting the chance to wince as all the money you want to spend on bikes is ...

Focusing on my Fever – Part 2

Its taken an age to get part 2 of the Focus Izalco Max Disc review out due to not only a plethora of late season missions, but also because I have been studiously mulling over how to sum this bike up. First up ...

Dirty Gear Rant – Giro Switchblade Rantview

The last Dirty Mission wrap up was conspicuous for the absence of any ranting about the newest piece of ENDURO kit acquisition that was debuted in Finale. No, not a lazy editing oversight, but a nod to the fact...

Focusing on my fever – Part 1

Today we're going on a journey of cycling irrationality and a case study in my taking a massive morning dump on my own advice. At some point recently I have said, and I think even typed something like this: "I...

Road porn, where for art thou?

One thing most ex-pat's are guilty of, aside from low productivity and being overpaid, is that we tend to keep one eye on what's happening back 'home'. This is usually via some form of third rate gossip website...

Unintended Consequences

It may be obvious by now that the rabid rate of Dirty literature has slowly been grinding to a 5 minutes post climax trickle. You'll also be as disgusted as I am to understand why... To set the scene, I am cowe...